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[sw_nk daddy]
(it’s going down
it’s going down…)

this got me feeling like a tablet
in the backseat of a cadillac
getting rolled on
n_gga, what they wanna talk about?
i’m smoking bomb, n_gga!

[young g]
f_ck it, riding in a bucket
smoking on some ‘bama sh_t so i’m stuffed lit
that’s the way it goes
end of shows, my eye glows and the other one’s closed
driving right beside you, writing my prose
sunshine the time of the widow
one time is a sign that i gotta go
so the road of the soul simply just to pull
to rise and energize, experience for temporal wise
ego such a good disguise, living off my own surprise, ziplock suppliеs
dripped up and high, lit up and fried
lord to god raise providе too bored to abide
riders at my side, glide after hide
and inhale my fatal balance inside
[mxlplx]
what gets you through the day? what makes you feel ok
if there’s not much left? for me to try
tried chasing death but it made me cry
lost my breath and still don’t know why
i keep on trying my best to die, now it’s easy
but i’m still looking for that something
i couldn’t find for nothing
grayish black, purple mixed with brown
moon hung low above the ground
used to know what i don’t know now
wanna see things that make me smile on the inside, on the out
to live a life you know nothing about
watching tv on the f_cking couch
i have no friends, i have no girl
i have no ends, i hate this world
everything here is a fraud
how’d it feel? worship their god
settle for nothing, tried to fit in
get tired of running, buy you some gin
escape to forget why you want to escape
beg for their respect, let society take
your soul to the depths of the h_ll it creates
controlled by the stress you sell out to taste
tastes like cigarettes mixed with toxic waste
tell me i’m wrong for going my way
telling me to calm down and learn to play
with the money, turning my hair gray
this sh_t is ugly, but we’re here to stay
maybe that’s why you drink everyday
winter days are here again, it’s cold as h_ll
i have no friends, i say “oh, well.”
maybe next year watch some leaves fall
like a lady’s tears leaning on my wall
trying to clear my head of all
that makes me feel the consequences of my heart’s desires
these words don’t mean sh_t and i can’t feel poetry anymore
i wanna buy a tv and bench out
it’s hard to think about anything too long
everything’s confusing and i can’t see
believe i’m losing my sanity
but i know i’m not, i’m just getting old and smoking pot
when the days are cold, they’re never not
f_ck this sh_t! i don’t know why
i had enough sickness to blow my mind
disoriented scientist from another time
born to light it up and twist another
go find my crazy ass brother
and a cold baseline, i could make some tacked out as divine!
lazy brown cats lounging with lined martinis
and hot tubs filled with wine
it’s easy when the pot f_cks your ear last
wind up the windmill and feel passed
out, i like the way the wind feels
get out my f_cking way, i gotta send chills
through the rhythm
toothless prison that’s shooting jizm out his mouth
suck my d_ck and i’ll tell you what it’s all about…
bey_i_otch!
make a move, future time
straight confused, losing mi_ine…
made me lose… _laughing_
hahaha!!!

- fyre

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